A Bet Between Roommates Leads to Domination and Slavery (m/f) (long) (bet) (domination) (fiction) (happy)

A Real LIfe Pokemon Battle Led to Sexy Results

My roommate was a competitive Pokemon player. It was kind of a weird thing to say, but that is what she was. Clara had been into Pokemon for as long as we had known each other, which was for quite a long time. Most of our lives, in fact. We’d lived in the same street and then later gone to the same schools. Now we were in college – for the first time in our lives away from our parents – and we had managed to become roommates by request. It was a strange new world for the two of us in the big city and it was nice to have someone close by that you had known for so long. It made socialising much easier when you had a ready-made friend.

It was fun to listen to her. Clara took to things with a spark of life that made it hard to dismiss. She would talk of her battles over breakfast, almost breathless as she described who had done what, and how she’d reacted. Almost like it was the real thing. It made me smile, but often I did that just because she was talking to me at all.

How I fell in love with the girl next door during Easter dinner [MF] [young love]

“Luke, do you think I’m sexy?”

Cammy had this smile, pretty, full faced, ear to ear, like she meant it. And she had these eyes, bright, her gaze intelligent and confident. But, sexy? She was just regular old Cammy… right?

“Cammy, I–” my breath caught, she was lifting the hem of her green striped polo, her slender belly coming into view, cute little navel. “What are you doing?”

“You can touch me,” she said, “If you want.” We were on her bed, sitting side by side, so close I could feel the heat in her breath, see the glisten on her lips.

Cammy’s gaze was steady, even while mine bounced this way and that. I took a deep breath, forced myself calm. She was right there, I could see all her little freckles, faint and subtle.

She watched me through a veneer of self-assuredness, a play at being secure in her self. I knew her well enough to see through it, to see how narrowly were steeled her nerves. For reasons I couldn’t guess at, she was anxious for my validation, was fearful she wouldn’t get it.

The First Night of College and My First Time With a Girl (FF) (College)

I met Emma for the first time during Freshman orientation. She was on the same floor of my dorm just a few doors down from me. She is short, blonde, petite but has fantastic curves. The first thing I noticed was her piecing blue eyes and a beautiful smile. When we met she was wearing short jean shorts and a crop top with white slip on Vans. Her shorts were so short you could see the little crease of her butt under the bottom.

I have had plenty of sexual experiences with guys at that point and a couple long term relationships, but I had never felt any sexual or romantic feelings towards a woman before meeting Emma. Something about her drew me into her and I couldn’t stop staring at her while we played the cheesey get-to-know-you games with the rest of the people on our dorm floor.

I had already spent the summer getting to know my roommate, Mariah, over Facebook, so we felt pretty comfortable around each other already. Mariah was much more outgoing and social than I was. She quickly made friends with everyone she met and had been invited to a party with the Cross Country team that night.

A Woman’s Needs – Chapter 3 (age gap, masturbation)

Chapter 3 – A New Housemate

The next Sunday was the last Sunday before the Spring semester was over for both Biltmore and Bartlett. Caroline was in the living room reading a book when Noah approached her.

“Hey, Mom, you got a minute?” Noah asked. Putting her book down, “Sure, honey. What’s on your mind?”

Noah said, “Well, I don’t know if you know from the school or not yet, but Bartlett is revoking Jake’s scholarship due to poor grades. “Oh, that’s too bad,” Caroline said sincerely.

“Well,” Noah continued, “It gets worse. His parents said he can’t live with them next semester. He’s out on his own. He’s not sure what he is going to do. You know he doesn’t come from money.” Caroline sincerely said, “Well, do you think we could help out in any way?”

Noah breathed a sigh of relief, “Well, that’s why I’m coming to you. Do you think Jake could come and live with us for the year? I mean he used to practically live here our Senior year of high school and you guys get along, right?”

A Woman’s Needs – Chapter 2 (age gap, flirting)

Chapter 2 – Jake

Senior year was much better for Noah than his Junior year had been. He noticed Jake was wanting to hang at his house all of the time and he didn’t mind. Jake was his best buddy and Noah knew that the Dupree house had all of the cool gadgets plus he knew Jake wanted to get out of his house as much as possible. I don’t think Jake did much to warrant it, but Jake’s parents were getting even more strict with him. It was supposed to be the opposite; you were supposed to get more freedoms the closer you got to 18. It seemed to be the opposite for Jake.

Still, the two friends made the best of it and Jake was practically living at their house. Noah’s mom seemed to be really happy to have him over so much and really spoiled them, bringing snacks during some of their gaming sessions and generally being an amazing mom. Noah could see Jake was eating it up, not getting anything close to that at his home.

[MF] Goth Girl Sucking Me Off On the Bleachers

A couple of weeks after breaking up with an old girlfriend of mine, I met up with a friend. She was a little different than me. I was the guy at school who’s friends with different groups. She went to a private school. I don’t know how to explain it, but she was like a cute goth girl. She wore black a lot, but really liked cute things and pink. So it was a mixture of that.

We were taking a walk one night by the park. She said she wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend. I told her that I had just recently broke up with my old girlfriend, so I wanted some time before getting into another relationship. She understood and we carried on with our conversation.

The park has a baseball field. Next to the field are the bleachers. It was pretty far away from any roads. Since there were no games that night, all the lights were off. We decided to climb on the bleachers and just hang out.

We were right next to each other, leaning into each other every time we laughed. She leaned into my chest and looked up at me. I couldn’t help it. I reached down and kissed her lips.

Sneaky Party Sex in the Garage [M/F]

Val was wearing a white see through thank top that dipped deep down her chest showing off her perfect rack. She had on a teal colored sports bra that looked sexy next to her dark tan skin. Val lifeguarded at the beach during the summer so she always had a nice tan. She always wore tight black leggings to parties that made her ass giggle every time she moved.

She was talking to one of my friends, Danny, and they had been hooking up for a while.

The party was mainly upstairs so only a few people were downstairs playing beer pong. Val was my partner, we had been friends for years but she was never my beer pong partner. Val was very close with my ex girlfriend and I had flirted with her for years but nothing ever came of it.

She was pretty shy and innocent but as a starter on the volleyball team she had a banging body. She had thick legs and a big butt. Her tits were big and perky but showed up out of nowhere one day.

The quick way to the top (Part 1/3) [MM] [NonCon] [Bondage] [CBT] [Toys] [Slave] [BDSM]

The room was still drenched in total darkness as you woke up. The thin piece of cloth which acted as your bed doing little to shield your body from the hard metal floor. You couldn’t be sure for how long you’ve been here. It felt like it’s been weeks since you’ve seen the sun, or people other than your captors or your “clients”. Your arms reflexively crossed over in front of your chest as you sat up, cowering on the floor, shivering, as your “clothes” didn’t help at all with the cold. If you could even call them clothes. You were stripped down the day you were taken, and either out of some fetish of your guards or for the purpose of humiliating you even further you were handed a set of what could best be described as _sexy underwear_ – bright pink panties that barely contained you member and a matching bra which now hung in front of your flat chest. There really wasn’t any need to them, it’s not like anyone who’d step into your cell wouldn’t end up seeing you naked anyway. As that was your job for now. A *sex slave*. A job you didn’t choose. Or ever wanted.

“Hotwifed” by an…ex girlfriend (Part 1 of ?). [MF]

_Hi community. I debated weather or not to post this here because it’s…not explicit at all, kind of short, and a niche kink. Decided to post it because well, I found it hot, and so maybe other people here find it hot too._

_Happy to continue it if people have interest!_

***

It had been a mutual decision for Natalie and Scott to “stay friends” after their breakup. All of Scott’s friends had insisted that it was a dumb idea, that he had to “move on”…but Scott couldn’t really help it. He loved Nat, and while it was true that they just _didn’t work as a couple_ (her words)…he just couldn’t fathom the idea of not being in her life.

So he had agreed to stay friends.

“Think about it” she had said. “We like, trust each other. We know all our secrets. It’s like having a friend you can tell anything to.”

“Yeah” he had answered, forcing a smile behind a clenched jaw. “Really great.”

***

For some reason though, most of the time Nat texted him to ask for advice had to do with boys. Her dates. Her seemingly futile attempts of finding a suitable guy on any of the three apps she was on.

Love Pill – Part 2 [INCEST] [MIND CONTROL]

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/u5q6co/love_pill_part_1_incest_mind_control/)

**Chapter 2**

Ava’s morning routine ran like clockwork.

She would wake up around half-past six, take a warm shower, then come out of her room, dressed in her school uniform with her hair damp.

It would be around seven by then and I would always be in the dining room, eating my usual breakfast of thick cut beef sausages and creamy scrambled eggs. My younger sister would head to the fridge, with Instagram in one hand, and take out her overnight oats that she had made the night prior.

She would chop up a banana and sprinkle some mixed berries into her cold oats, all the while fixated on her phone, before taking her seat right opposite me. Usually, our eldest sister, Lucia, would sit there, but Ava liked to take that spot if she wasn’t home.

We would never make conversation, the only sounds in the dining room coming from her phone speakers, and sometimes when she hummed a pop tune.

But on that day, the dining room was silent as we ate our meals. The insane idea that maybe the pill had magically worked and my little sister would love me again hovered at the surface of my thoughts.